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August 29, 2005
Young in New Orleans
By Charles Bukowski.
starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was
and at night walking the streets for
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was
Posted by Ghost of a flea at August 29, 2005 05:06 AM
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